My Late MIL, Who Hated Me for Years, Left Me Everything She Had – But Only on One Condition+

Mark leaned forward, his face twisted in disbelief. “What did you just say?” he asked sharply.

Alan didn’t flinch. “The estate is left entirely to Mrs. Carter. I mean, Kate.”

I stared at the papers, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and throat. My name. Not someone else. Me.

I looked at Eric, who was just as stunned. His confusion was genuine. Then I looked at Mark, whose face was now a strange shade of red, his mouth slightly open like he couldn’t form words.

My heart was pounding. I felt exposed, as the room had tilted and I was sliding into something I didn’t ask for.

“I don’t understand,” I finally said.

Mark slammed a hand on the table. “This is a joke, right? She hated her! Everyone knew it! She barely spoke to Kate without sneering.”

“I’m just reading what’s written here,” Alan replied calmly.

Mark turned to Eric. “Did you know about this?”

Eric shook his head slowly. “No. I had no idea.”

The tension was thick. You could slice it.

And just when I was about to speak, to say maybe there was some mistake, that I didn’t want anything, Alan raised a hand and cleared his throat again.

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“There is one condition.”

His voice echoed a little too loudly in the silence.

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